The Logic of a Child Anyone who reads the tales I tell, knows I wasn’t born into a horse family. My parents didn’t understand my fascination, but they didn’t try to curb it either. Get what I did t ...

X Marks the Spot Part of growing up in the country, and being the child of parents who survived several years of war, was having a huge garden. Not only did we have a huge garden, we also had two h ...

  Trouble Times Three It seems trouble, often comes in threes. I don’t know why, but more often than not, this is what happens. I break my hand, saving a gelding from Mordecai’s decision to ...

  Mordecai Spells Mayhem Waiting to geld Mordecai, shouldn’t have been a big deal. He wasn’t dangerous in his pen, all by his lonesome, and that pen was substantial. He would strut his stuf ...

Oh, the Regret To some, a broken hand, would be a race to the hospital.  With me, not so much.  After all, I had things to do.  I wasn’t about to ruin a Saturday night, especially as, the kids were ...